The task was simple.  One camera.  Six photographers.  24 Hours.  I pulled midnight to 4am from the hat.  A lonely time in the heart of Glasgow on a Monday.  Glasgow, like many cities, gets its hustle and bustle from visitors: tourists, businessmen on business trips, shoppers from neighbouring areas, commuters.  We all get a glimpse of the city as we pass through it, but our impressions are distorted by the speed at which we pass through.  At night, a great many of the daytime population have gone away again.  It's quiet, almost eerie without all the hustle and bustle.  And yet I find myself hurrying through the streets again as I'm aware that it might not be entirely a safe environment.  It feels oppressive and the flickering TV screens in empty shops and the CCTV cameras on high do little to alleviate the sense that I'm in the wrong place, at the wrong time.